I was being dragged out of the ice cream shop with my cone in hand after
the humiliation of being felt up by Mr. Vickers. Carol and Emily were all
giggles and laughs, as they knew very well the humiliation I had just suffered
at the hands of Mr. Vickers. I on the other hand just wanted to enjoy the
oversized cone provide me as a girl and then get back to the safety of our
house.

The walk back was uneventful and I had almost forgotten I was wearing the
Easter Dress with all it's pinning and ribbons in my hair. Beth's ice cream
was melting more than she was eating as she continued her chatter about how
nice it was to have a sister Laurie Ann and how much fun we were going to have
as sisters. I was beyond arguing anymore with her, as she just didn't hear me
when I told her I was her brother and would never wear dress and girls things
again.

We found the safety of home as Mom had lunch set up for us. Dad had already
left for his afternoon shift at the plant. As we entered the house Mom
inspected the three of us and after a tsk, tsk shake of the head said,
"Well you girls look as if you enjoyed your outing. Lunch will be ready
in a little while. I think you had better go wipe your faces it would appear
you have more ice cream on your faces than you do in your tummies.

"Mom, please stop calling me a girl. Can I get out of this dress and
things now? Pleaseeeeeeeee," I whined.

Well, Bobbi, I didn't make you wear a dress today. If I recall correctly
you were already dressed and planning on going out for ice cream with you
sister and Emily. You do what you want honey. You can be a girl today or
change if you want too," Mom responded as she wondered why he was putting
up a fuss now about being dressed and made up as a pretty girl. She then
added, " You do make a lovely looking girl but you should be a little
more careful about going out dressed like that. Your liable to meet some of
your class mates and they'll be expecting to see a girl in class with them not
a boy."

"Mom, I didn't really want to be dressed like this. Carol and Emily
made me, honest. I'm not ever going to wear a dress again, Mom."

"What ever you say dear. I'm sure your Father will be glad to hear
that. Now if your going to change you better hurry before lunch is
ready."

"Mom, why don't you make him say dressed so he can play dolls with
Beth. He's the one who put the clothes on this morning. We just helped him a
little," Carol added.

"Carol, if your sister… I mean brother is tired of the games he can
do has he pleases. Now just go wash up and leave your brother alone," Mom
ordered.

And so I rushed to my room and in nano seconds had the dress, slip, shoes,
socks and panties in a pile and was back into my boy clothes of jeans and tee
shirt. I kicked the pile of frillies into a pile not wanting to touch them
with my hands. I left them in the pile including the fancy Easter dress
knowing Mom would be following behind to retrieve them and dispose of them
properly.

I ate a light lunch, as I was still full from the oversized ice cream cone
Mr. Vickers had so kindly provided. Not much was said during lunch except for
Beth attempting to cajole me into playing dolls with her, which in no
uncertain terms I refused to do or ever consider doing again in my lifetime.
Emily was there with Carol for lunch and they bothered me with their secretive
giggles and whispers around the table. I ignored them.

It was late in the afternoon Mom called me from my television program to
come up stairs to my room. There she was sorting through the pile of girl
clothes I had kicked into a pile. The expression on her face was not one of
pleasure. "Bobbi, did you make this mess? What were you thinking? This is
not the way we treat our good clothes or any clothes for that matter. Now take
these under clothes and put them in your laundry basket and then come back
here and I'll show you how to properly hand your dress and slip," Mom
said rather annoyed.

I took the under-things and took them to the laundry basket but had heard
her refer to the dress and slip as mine. "Mom shouldn't these things be
put in the girls laundry? And those aren't my dress and slip, those are
Carol's, not mine."

"Laundry is laundry. They all go to the same place. Now come over here
hand straighten this dress out. Turn it right side out and give it a shake by
the shoulders to straighten it out while I find a hanger."

I did as told but not with any enthusiasm. Actually getting a little red in
the cheeks as I had to hold the dress in front of me as I shook it out after
having to handle it to turn it right-side out. It was a very pretty dress.
Gosh, where did that come from, I hated dresses. I would never wear one again.

"OK, here's a hanger. Slip the dress on the hanger and then lay it on
the bed and button the top button in back so it won't slide off. Now this is a
special hanger for your slip. See it has little notches to hold the straps so
it doesn't slip off the hanger."

I, rather embarrassed by all of this, accomplished the task and both items
were laid on the bed.

"Now hang your dress and slip in your closet."

"Mom! These aren't my clothes. They don't belong in my closet. I'll
put them back in Carol's closet where they belong. It's not my dress or slip.
I'll never wear them again," I retorted almost in tears.

Mom just looked at me with her hands on her hips but in a most cajoling
way, you know the ones they use when they think their kids are cute or special
and said, "Well there isn't much room in her closet anymore so why don't
you just do like I ask and put them in your closet. They won't bite you, you
know. And it might help you to remember to not be lazy about your toilet
habits. Besides you never know when you may want to play dress up with your
sister's again." She smiled as she made her last remark.

"Mom, I told you it wouldn't ever happen again. I'm going to be real
careful. And I'm not ever going to play dress up," I replied as I hung
the dress and slip in my closet and pushed the as far back in the corner as
possible.

Later that afternoon George, Emily And Carol were at the house. They were
playing a board game as Beth was nearby playing with her dolls. I had been
working on a model plane in my room and then came downstairs for a break and
to get something to drink. It was George who started upon seeing me cross the
room.

"My, my what pretty hair ribbons you have there little girl. They'd
look much better if you were wearing your dress," he laughed as the girls
turned to look and me and burst into fits of giggles and pointing. I had
forgotten all about the blue and white ribbons holding my hair in ponytails
when I had got undressed. I automatically reached up and grabbed the ponytails
and ribbons. My face turned crimson.

"Oh you should have seen Bobbi earlier in his pretty dress and all at
the ice cream shop. Old Mr. Vickers really liked him in all his
pretties," Carol teased.

"Well maybe he just left his pretty ribbons in so he could play
dollies with his little sister," George went on.

Emily added, "Well he's probably still wearing his pretty panties and
camisole under his boy clothes. Are you Bobbi?"

I tugged frantically at the ribbons and ponytails suffering pain as they
did not want to release. The ribbons were platted into the beginnings of the
ponytails. I turned to retreat upstairs with a parting shot, "I don't
wear dresses. Carol and Emily did this to my hair. I just forgot."

Beth had followed me up to my room as I sat on the bed trying to undo the
ponytails and tears silently rolling down my cheeks from the humiliation
suffered once again. I would cut my own hair off if I couldn't get a hair cut.
I wouldn't care what it looked like. At least it wouldn't be long and I
couldn't ever have it in ponytails again.

Beth said, "Here Bobbi, let me help you. I know those are hard to undo
sometimes." She sat next to me as I resigned myself to expert help. She
was quite gentle as she undid the hair plats And ribbons. She then picked up a
brush and brushed the ponytails out but little did I realize that even with
the ponytails gone she had managed to brush it into a girly style. The hair
parted in the middle and front as bangs fell over my forehead and the hair
hung round my shoulders.

We ate supper in mostly silence. Mom did ask me why I took my ponytails and
ribbons out. I told her I had forgotten about them till this afternoon and
then Beth helped me. She simply added that she thought my hair looked very
nice even without the ponytails. Carol giggled. I knew then I would cut all my
hair off.

I didn't cut my hair. I was afraid what punishment might loom ahead if I
really botched it up. Life went on. Carol occasionally would tease me and ask
if I'd like to try on some of her other dresses or skirts. Beth would
sometimes hound me to play dolls or house with her. And occasionally I did
play dolls with her but with my action figures and in my own clothes. The
under clothes I had worn that day showed up in my bottom dresser drawer. The
mary-jane style shoes to match the dress were in my closet on the floor. I
thought about complaining but figured it wouldn't do any good anyway. Even the
ruffled rumba panties I was forced to wear over the diaper that first day was
in my bottom drawer.

Dad would occasional tease me about being one of his three daughters. I
think he was really just trying to reassure himself that I was really his son,
as I would object strenuously and vehemently to his teasing. Mom on the other
had was as nice as pie to me but her teasing, if that's what it was, was more
hidden. Every time she brought new clothes home for my sister she would always
make sure I saw every item, from panties to shorts, tops, to dresses, socks
and shoes. Always with the same dialog, don't you think these are really
pretty, aren't these cute, don't you think this color will look so nice with
Beth's hair color. I wish your clothes were so easy to buy as for girls. I
would usually make some noncommittal remark like Oh yeah sure, If that's what
they like, or yeah really nice girly stuff. She was always after me about my
hair telling me how it would be long till I got it cut for school but how I
had to keep it neat while it was long. I was subjected to shampoo and
conditioners and if I didn't insist on a low bunched ponytail with a gum band
to hold it, it was brushed much the same as Beth had done with it. On more
than one occasion with my hair down strangers called me little girl.

Carol was in a growth spurt. It seemed Mom always had to buy her new
clothes or shoes. I think she even got her first training bra that summer.
That and the fact she didn't consider herself a little girl anymore like Beth,
but mature and looking to style herself out of girly stuff to preteen hot
stuff.

The summer had grown hot. I was now in shorts most of the time with a tank
top or tee shirt. I even had sandals on most of the time. The girls were into
shorts or sun dresses. It was a hot late July day I was playing outside flying
my balsa wood airplane. I saw Carol and Emily come into the back yard and paid
little attention to them. They approached me rather nonchalantly watching the
plane I was flying do it's rolls and tumbles. It was too late for me when it
happened. I was watching the planes flips as Carol reached out and grabbing
the waistband of my denim shorts and pulled them forward with the other hand
pressed against my stomach. Emily then produced a glass from behind her back
and poured it's contents down in the front of my shorts. I screamed and pulled
away as liquid soaked the front of my shorts, my under wear and ran down my
legs into my sandals. "What are you two doing," I shouted. "Why
did you do that? What did you pour on me? I'm telling Mom. Your really in for
it now, both of you."

Emily had quickly exited through the backyard fence gate with the glass
still in her hand. Carol then told me my fate. 'Well, go ahead and tell Mom.
Go on go in and tell her how you peed you pants again. And Dad's still home
lets wake him and tell him too."

"I'll tell them you and Emily poured water on me. Mom will know the
truth."

"Emily? Emily here? I don't see her. I haven't seen her all day and
neither has Mom. And that's not just water. Can't you smell it? It's pee water
from the toilet. Come on sissy baby let's go tell Mom now," she said as
she grabbed me by the arm and started dragging me towards the house.

'No, no, wait Carol. Please don't tell her. Don't wake Dad. Please I'll
really get my bum beat if they find out." I was crying now anticipating
the beating I would get. Put back in diapers and dressed like a baby girl. And
Dad said he'd send me to school in diapers if I did it again. What was I going
to do? Would Mom believe me? How could I make her believe that Carol and Emily
did this that it wasn't me at all?

Carol stopped as we neared the porch and pushed me back against the wall of
the house. "OK sissy, if you don't want Mom and Dad to find out you
pissed in your pants again your going to do everything I tell you to do. And
if Mom or Dad or anyone asks your going to tell them it was your idea that you
like what it is your doing. Do you understand?"

"I… I.. I guess so. What do I have to do? I'll do the dishes for you
or what ever. I promise just don't tell Mom or Dad," I sniffled. "I
didn't pee my pants and you know it. Why are you doing this to me? Please let
me sneak in and change my clothes and I won't ever tell what you did."

"Oh I know your not going to tell and yes I'm going to help you sneak
in and change your clothes. Remember I'm going to keep your shorts and under
ware in a bag just like they are now and if you don't do like I say I'll just
give them to Mom and tell her you did it again. Now come on up to my room and
be quiet so we can get your clothes changed."

Once, we were in Carol's room she closed the door and told me to get out of
my wet shorts and underwear. I took off the shorts and was reluctant to take
off my underwear in front of her she simply said, "OK don't, I'll just
take these to Mom and tell her your waiting for her in my room."

I shucked out on my boxers and she held out a plastic bag to drop them in
accompanied by my shorts. I t was then Mom called upstairs, "Carol, are
you up there? Emily's here should I send her up?"

"Yeah Mom, tell her to come up," replied Carol. Then turning to
me, she said, "Ok sissy get your shirt off and lay down on my bed while I
get you some clothes."

This sounded bad. Why couldn't I get my own clothes? I knew in the back of
my mind what she was up to and once again tears started seeping out and over
my cheeks as I lay on her bed curled up in a fetal position trying to hide my
embarrassment.

Emily came through the door and almost in a whisper, as she looked at me
naked on the bed, "Wow, you mean he agreed to it? Man I don't believe it.
I thought he'd be crying to his Mommy or his Mommy would be her diapering him
again."

"Oh don't worry about the cry baby, he's going to do everything we
tell him to do. And he's going to tell everyone it was his idea and he likes
it. Aren't you little sissy? Well, I can't hear you, sissy?" Carol
smirked.

"I finally had to murmur a sniffled, "y..e.sss"

"Here Emily you can clean our little girly baby up and powder her
bottom while I find her, her diaper and pins. Come on sissy roll over here and
spread those little legs so Aunt Emily can powder your bottom."

I rolled over and spread my legs as told to do. I placed my hands over my
eyes as I did not want them to see me nor I them. Emily powdered me and even
lifted my legs one at a time to powder my bum. She rubbed the powder on right
over my penis.

"Look here Carol our little girl likes getting all powdered. Her
little thingy is sticking out," Emily giggled. "It's a good thing
he's so small down there, someone might think he was a boy."

"OK girly, lift that butt, so Mommy can get your diaper under you.
That's it. Look at the pretty pins I got for your diaper with the pretty pink
bunnies on the heads," Carol instructed.

I raised my butt as she slid the diaper under me, then she tightly brought
the ends together and pinned them with the diaper pins. As humiliated as I was
at the time the thick diapers did feel comforting and at last I wasn't
completely naked before them. I was still sniffling as Carol pulled my hands
away from my eyes. "Now see, Emily even brought you a new pair of plastic
panties to cover your little diapers. Wasn't that nice of her?" Carol
teased as she began sliding the panties over my feet and up my legs.

The panties were yellow and looked satiny with row after row of white and
yellow lace wrapping around the entire panty. They squeezed around my legs and
tightened around my waist as the two of them worked them up over my diapered
bottom. "Carol, please. Don't do this. Let me go, please," I
pleaded.

"Just shut-up your whining or I'll give Mom the bag and make sure Dad
hears me too. Your going to do just what I want and like you promised. No quit
whining and dry your tears. We wouldn't want you to wake Dad with your
crying," Carol demanded.

"Here, Carol. Make him put this in his mouth to stop his
whining," Emily said as she produced a binky on a yellow ribbon and
handed it to Carol.

"Oh great, Emily! Where'd you get it? Come on baby girl, open up and
take your binky," Carol replied as she pushed the binky between my lips
and into my mouth. I attempted to spit it out as she pushed it back in with
the threat, "Spit it out again baby and I'll tie it around your head or
tape it in."

I was pulled up to a sitting position as Emily knelt before me to roll
yellow lace top socks over my feet and rolled lace down on my ankles slipping
white mary-jane style shoes on me and buckling the straps. "I got the
binky at home. My aunt left it there the last time she visited. It's really my
baby cousin's, Vickie's. I think our little girl likes sucking on her binky.
And doesn't her little socks and shoes look so cute on her?"

Carol in the mean time was pulling a frilly petticoat slip over my arms and
down over my chest as she straightened the lace straps over my shoulders
saying, "Well, most little girls wouldn't wear such a frilly slip under a
sun dress, but our little baby girl really like to be all frilly, don't you
little girl? Answer me little girl or your going to be sorry. Tell us how much
you like your frills."

"Y..e..e..ss," I gurgled from behind the binky plugged in my
mouth.

"Oh she even sounds like a baby with her binky in her mouth. Emily do
you see how white his thumb is? That's cause he still sucks his thumb at night
just like a little baby. Maybe she'll be able to stop thumb sucking now that
she has a binky to suck on."

"I.. I. Don't… su..c..c ..k my th..mb no..m..o.r," I babbled.

"Oh isn't that sweet. I just love to hear her talk like that. I'll
have to fix our baby a bottle so she can even suck her drinks," Emily
teased.

At this point I was pulled to my feet and the yellow and white gingham
sun-dress was pulled over my head. The slip barely came to mid thigh and the
dress hem fought a losing battle with the bottom of the slip. The straps of
the dress hid the straps of the slip and ended in bows on each of the
shoulders. I was red with total embarrassment and humiliation. I was then sat
in a chair in front of the vanity mirror and they both began working in my
hair. One on either side of me, they started.

"Oh she's got such fine baby hair and the ribbons match the dress.
She's going to be such a cute little baby girl for Beth to play with,"
Carol teased.

They worked quickly and platted the ribbons into the long ponytails on both
sides of my head with sufficient ribbon to end the ponytails with bows. I
didn't know how I would ever get them out myself. My bangs were combed to the
front and Carol wrapped them in a hot curling iron and when the iron was
removed they lay in one large curl across my forehead.

"There we are. Our little girl Laurie Ann is back," Carol
announced. "Now stand up and turn all around for us Laurie Ann."

I meekly did as instructed as the soft petticoats brushed my legs and the
diaper covered in the frilly panties kept my legs from closing in a normal
fashion. I was humiliated and further embarrassed because the strange feel of
the sissy clothes was not totally unpleasant.

"Gosh, Carol he really looks like a real little girl. Look, you'd
never believe he was a boy, would you? Let go give him to Beth to play with
then we can get going without her or your new little sister tagging along.
This was a great idea," Emily said with excitement born of her triumph in
turning a boy into a little girl.

"Yeah Laurie Ann, it's time. We promised Beth you'd be here today to
play with her all day so we won't have to baby sit you two. Now come along
sweetie and better be quiet unless you want Mom and Dad to see you all
prettied up again," Carol again gave instructions. She thought, He does
make a better-looking girl than a boy. I can't believe he's so gullible
though. If had had cried to Mom she probably would have believed him and I'd
have been in real trouble. Maybe he really does like playing at being a girl.
I'm going to have to watch my little brother a little closer. Oh well, at
least Beth will be happy weather he is or not.

Carol entered the hall way first and when she determined it was clear
nodded to Emily who unceremoniously pulled me into the hall and down to Beth's
room. Beth was sitting at her play table with the dolls and as we entered
looked up with a huge smile and almost shouting said, "Oh you did it. You
did it. You got Laurie Ann back to play with me. Oh Carol you're the best
sister!" She got up from the table and ran straight to me throwing her
arms around me and hugging me as tightly as her little arms could manage. Beth
wore her own pink sundress less the frilly petticoats. "Oh Laurie Ann
Carol said you would come and play with me and even be my real live baby! Oh
we're going to have so much fun. I'm going to be the Mommy and you can be my
baby girl."

I spit the binky out and it hung around my neck as Carol had secured the
ribbon around my neck. "I.. I'm not Laurie Ann! I'm Bobby your brother.
I.. I wouldn't be here if..", my sentence ended as I was poked sharply in
the ribs by Carol.

"What Laurie Ann means is that this has to be a secret for just the
two of you if you want Laurie Ann to ever come again and play with you. And
Laurie Ann just couldn't wait to surprise you and get all dressed up like a
baby girl for you, could you Laurie Annnnnnnn?" Carol so sweetly told
Beth as Emily held her hand over her mouth to suppress the giggles.

"Yeah, whatever," I retorted in not so sweet a voice.

"Put your binky back in Laurie Ann so you sound like a baby,"
Emily said as she shoved the binky back in my mouth.

Carol turned and called Emily to follow as she issued final instructions to
me, "Now be a good little baby for Beth and make sure she has fun so she
doesn't have to have Mom looking for me. Oh and Beth we just change her diaper
so you shouldn't have to worry about that till we get back. And here's her
diaper bag with the toys Emily brought for you to play with too. Now you
little girls play nice together." And they left me in care of my little
sister.

They had no sooner left than Beth opened the bag and dumped the contents on
the floor. There was, baby powder, diapers, a teething ring and a baby bottle
filled with what appeared to be milk and yet another with apple juice.
"Oh Laurie Ann look they even brought you bottles to drink," she
exclaimed as she picked up the milk bottle and climbed up on her bed sitting
with her legs spread out and her back up against the head board. "Come on
Laurie Ann crawl up here on Mommy's bed on her lap so she can feed you before
your nappy time."

I reluctantly got up on the bed and lay across her lap with no intention of
ever drinking what ever was in the bottle. I said, "Come on Beth I don't
want to drink that stuff. And it's probably warm. I hate warm milk it will
make me sick at my stomach."

To which she replied, "Laurie Ann you be a good baby or Mommy will
have to punish you. Now you need your baba so you can grow big and pretty just
like your big sister Carol. You don't want Mommy to have to spank you now do
you? Ahhh come on please Laurie Ann let me give you the bottle. Carol said you
do what ever I wanted. If your not going to play nice then I'll just go find
Carol and Emily and play with them."

I knew I couldn't let her go crying to Mom and making Carol and Emily baby
sit Beth. Carol would show Mom my wet clothes and I really be in for it. So I
succumbed and said in my best baby girl voice, "Laurie Ann hungry Mommy,
please give me my baba."

Beth's face lit up like the morning sun as she slid an arm under my
shoulders cradling me next to her and fed the nipple into my mouth. I wasn't
planning on sucking but the nipple leaked milk into my mouth and I
automatically swallowed and sucked more. The warm milk wasn't as bad as I
thought it would be. Beth held me and began singing lullaby's as she rocked me
and fed me my bottle. What! My Bottle. What was I doing? What ever was I
thinking? Then I just let go and totally relaxed comforted in the arms of my
little sister drinking milk from a baby bottle with my dress and petticoats
pushed up exposing little-girl legs disappearing into a diapered and pantied
bottom.

I was almost half sleeping when Beth switched hands holding the bottle and
then reached right up under my, I mean, the dress and was pushing her fingers
in the leg of the panties.

I spit the bottle out in shock and almost shouted, "Beth, what are you
doing. Get your hand out of there." I was attempting to grab her arm and
pull it out. Her fingers had already been under the panties and diaper and
touching my privates. I was really embarrassed. I knew letting anyone touch
your privates was a bad thing.

"Oh Laurie Ann, Mommy is just checking your panties to make sure you
don't need your diaper changed before your nap time," Beth responded as
if talking to a real baby.

Sensing another presence rather than seeing them I was startled when I
heard my Mother's voice and looked up to see her somewhat mystified look as
she surveyed the scene in front of her. "What's going on here, ah.. ah..
girls?," she kind of stumbled over.

"Oh Mommy, Laurie Ann came back to play with me today. She even
dressed up in her diapers and everything to be my baby and let me be the
Mommy. I was just checking her diaper to see if she needed changed before her
nap," Beth said excitedly as she pulled the dress and petticoats up
exposing my pantied and diapered bottom.

I was beyond embarrassment. Mom wasn't to know about this, Carol had
promised. What was I to do now? If I told Mom the truth she probably never
believe me having caught me in the arms of Beth with a bottle stuck in my
mouth and Beth's hand up under the dress. "Mom.. I, I, I can
explain," I stuttered while trying to sit up and push the dress back down
over my legs. My mind raced. What could I explain, I had to tell her it was my
idea or suffer the consequences of Carol's story and evidence. I could hear
Carol telling her that yeah it wasn't my idea but since I had peed my pants
again I agreed to do it. My goose was cooked.

Mom had regained her composure and began, "Well, Beth I think if
Bob.., Laurie Ann needs her diaper changed you had better call me. I think you
might need some help with that. Ah, Laurie Ann where'd you find the pretty
sundress and panties? I think it's really nice of you to play with your sister
this way but I think you both had better just play quietly in Beth's room
until Dad goes to work. You make a very pretty little baby. Who did your hair
so pretty with the braids and ribbons?"

I wanted to shout and scream, "I hate this. I don't want to be a baby
or a girl. Carol and Emily did this to me. Please Mommy make them stop."
But I didn't scream. I just let my head down and eyes down cast not wanting to
look my Mother in the eye. I meekly responded, "Mom, I.. I.. Well, Carol
and Emily did this to my hair and Emily brought the underwear over with her.
Maybe I could just change my clothes now and Beth and I could play something
else."

"No, Laurie Ann you promised. You promised to be Laurie Ann all day
with me," Beth whined.

Mom just kind of smiled and said, "No, Laurie Ann I think if you
promised you should keep that promise. Anyway it looks as if you two are
having a lot of fun."

"Yeah, Mommy after lunch maybe you can find a new dress for Laurie Ann
and we can both be Mommies and have a tea party?" Beth injected.

"I think that would be very nice, Beth. I'll see what I can find for
Laurie Ann. Now you girls play quiet, OK?" Mom soothed.

As his Mother slipped back out the door closing it quietly behind her she
had many questions racing through her mind. Did her son have a problem that
needed professional help? Is this just a stage? Doesn't he know the teasing
and torment he could be subject too if his playmates found out about him
dressing like a girl or wanting to wear diapers? Did forcing him into a diaper
and dress do this to him? She just found it hard to believe that he committed
himself to being dressed complete with hairstyle and diapers to play with his
little sister. Well she thought, I hope his Dad doesn't find out about this
right now, anyway. I'll find him an outfit for this afternoon and when I help
him dress maybe I can find out a little more about what's happening to her, I
mean him. Shaking her head slowly back and forth she wondered, he does look
really cute and could be Beth's twin sister when he's dressed like that and
his hair done. I wonder if he's always going to have those features or will
puberty finally push him into manhood? Oh well, that's a few years off yet.
God, I'm getting old.

Back in Beth's room she was whining again, "Oh Laurie Ann it's alright
if you pee in your diaper. You're supposed too. You're a baby remember? Emily
even left clean diapers in the bag. Come on now and finish your baba and Mommy
will let you take your nappy."

I started to reply as Beth pulled me back across her lap and pushed the
nipple back into my mouth. Of course this just made my reply sound all the
more like baby talk and Beth giggled. I tried to say, "I.. I not pee
pants.. I'm not…"

The trauma of the day was too much. I did drift off to sleep with the
bottle in my mouth and sucking the contents into me as any baby might.

When I awoke sometime later I found myself curled up in a fetal position
with my thumb stuck in my mouth. A pink baby blanket covered me. My shoes and
socks had been removed and replaced with knitted yellow booties stretched over
my feet. I heard them before my eyes could focus on them.

"See Mommy, my baby is waking up from her nappy and I better check to
see if she needs her diaper changed. She even pit her binky out as is sucking
on her thumb," Beth was whispering.

"Oh your baby girl is just darling there all curled up. But you better
let me check her diaper. If she wet it you can help me change her. Come on
sleepy head, wake up, it lunch time," Mom said as she bend over the bed
and reaching up under the cuddly blanket and my dress pulled my panties out
and stuck her hand inside to feel my dry diaper. "Oh your baby girl is
growing up. I think she's ready to potty train. She's still dry after her
nap."

"Mom," I sleepily wailed starting to realize my current
predicament, "Don't do that. I don't pee my pants and I'm not going
too." Struggling to get out from under the blanket and out of the bed I
cajoled, "Please Mom I don't want to play baby anymore."

"That's alright sweetie pie. You and your sister come on down for
lunch and we'll talk about it. Your Dad's left early for work so it will be
just us girls. Now come over here and let me undo your diaper so you can use
the potty like a big girl," Mom replied.

I stood immobile as Mom reached up under the short sundress and petticoats
to pull the ruffled panties down my legs. She then unpinned the diaper on one
side and let it slide down my legs. I stepped out of the panties and diaper
pushing the dress and petticoats down to try and save some modesty. I headed
straight for the bathroom to relieve myself as my bladder was about to
explode.

Beth was following close behind and as I entered the bathroom she was right
on my heels. I had to go so bad I didn't have time to argue even for modesty's
sake. I wondered why she was doing so till I entered the bathroom and there in
the middle of the floor sat her old potty chair.

"Oh Laurie Ann your such a big girl not peeing your diaper you can use
the potty chair just like a big girl," Beth exclaimed.

I was in shock. Where did this come from? I was holding my dress and
petticoats up around my waist looking to get on the regular toilet as Beth
took hold of me and pushed me back towards the potty chair. I could feel the
pee leaking from my thingy and rather than risk a disaster on the bathroom
floor sat unceremoniously down squeezing onto the potty as I let it all go.

I was sitting there flushed with embarrassment but nothing like the
humiliation I was about to feel. There in the doorway stood Carol, Emily and
George. Laughter and giggling followed as Carol started, "Oh my you
really get into being a baby girl. You look so natural on your little potty
chair. Maybe Mommy will let her little girl keep it in her room right next to
her crib."

Then Emily started, "Don't hold your dress and pretty slips so high.
You wouldn't want George to see your privates now, would you?"

Tears of humiliation rolled down my cheeks. "Get out! Get out of here
all of you. I'm going to tell Mom the truth. Now get out," I screamed.

They retreated but my yelling brought Mom to the scene. "What's going
on here? You three get out of here. There are sandwiches and lemonade
downstairs. Go eat your lunches."

"Mom they were teasing Laurie Ann and made her cry," Beth, almost
in tears herself, whimpered to Mom.

"Go on downstairs Beth. I'll get Laurie Ann straightened up and be
right down. Now be a good Mommy and make sure you have lunch ready for your
little girl." Turning to me as Beth left she continued, "Well you
know if your going to wear dresses and wear your hair in ponytails you're
going to have to expect to get some teasing. I didn't anticipate you'd have an
audience for your potty- chair experience. I only suggested it to Beth cause I
thought maybe you'd like to get out of diapers and she'd understand her baby
growing up."

"Mom," I sobbed, "I really didn't want to be a baby. Carol
made me promise to play with Beth. Then she said I'd have to be a baby for
her."

"I understand. It's all right. Are you finished now? Here wipe
yourself and stand up so we can get you into some panties instead of diapers.
Here's a pretty pair of yellow ones to match your dress and they even have
cute little bows on them, see?"

"Mom, please can't I just wear my own underwear?"

"Oh don't be silly. With such a pretty dress and all you don't want
your old boy underwear under it, now do you?"

I stood and stepped into the little satiny yellow panties with the flowers
and bows on them as Mom slide then up my legs and around my bum. I really
couldn't deny in my own mind that girl's underwear did feel nice, nicer than
boys underwear ever felt on. But I hated the idea I had to be dressed like a
girl. Why wouldn't Mom listen to me.

Mom continued as she took my hand and led me towards the stairs, "Oh
Bobby, I mean Laurie Ann, I so happy your playing with your little sister
today. She's usually under foot all the time and I can't seem to get anything
done around the house. And you look so pretty all dressed up. Why no one who
didn't know you would ever think you were anything but a pretty little girl.
Do you like pretending to be a girl?" She stopped at the top of the
stairs and knelt down to look me right in the eyes. "Did you ever really
wish you were a real girl, Bobby?"

"Mom, I'm not a girl. I.. I..," thinking how I was going to
impress on her I hated being a girl and being teased and all with out digging
myself into real trouble from Carol, "was just doing it to play with Beth
cause I promised Carol. I'm a boy remember."

"Yes, I know you're a boy and sometimes boys like to pretend to be
girls and dress up like girls. And sometimes it's ok for boys to do that. But
those little boys have to be real good pretending to be girls or some people
will tease them real bad if they know or find out they are really boys wearing
girls things. Do you understand what I'm telling you?"

"I.. I guess so. You mean I have to fool people if I have to wear a
dress?"

"Well Bobby yes that's kind of what I was saying. But even if you just
want to wear a dress like today you have to be able to fool people. Now come
on Laurie Ann and we'll get some lunch and then I have a big surprise for you
and Beth this afternoon."

"A surprise? What is it? What's the surprise?" I ask excitedly.

"You'll just have to wait and see."

I was starting down the stairs ahead of Mom and as I looked down there was
George leaning on the rail at the foot of the stairs looking up with a big
grin on his face. It only took a second to recognize where his eyes were
focused. He was looking up my dress!

I pushed the front down and held it against my legs in an attempt to block
his view of my pantied bottom.

George spoke, "Well aren't you just the prettiest little thing and out
of diapers and into big girl panties."

"George! That's enough out of you," Mom retorted.

"Oh, Misses Brown, I wasn't teasing. He really does look pretty. He
could really be a girl, I think. He could hang around with us as a girl as
long as he's not wearing diapers."

"OK George, we get it. Now I think it's time you went home," Mom
replied as I just red faced preceded to the kitchen for lunch.

Lunch was only notable in the fact Carol, Emily and George were already
gone and my little sister insisted on continuing to treat me like her little
girl and wait on me hand and foot. That wasn't all bad I could almost get in
the mood of this play-acting in dresses and frills. At one point I even spit
food back out telling her Baby was full. This only resulted in me getting a
face washing from her and a little pink and white bib tied around my neck.

When lunch was over I still hadn't forgotten the promise of a surprise.
"OK Mom, what's the surprise you promised?"

"OK girls, you'll both find out real soon. Right after you both get
cleaned up and dressed properly," Mom responded.

"Girls", "Dressed Properly" what did that mean I
wondered? I guessed I'd finally be let out of these dresses and girls stuff
and dressed like a proper boy should dress.

We followed Mom up the stairs to the bathroom where she stripped us both of
our dresses socks, shoes, slips and underwear. A fragrant bath was awaiting
with tons of bubbles at least a foot deep. Our ponytails were wrapped up on
our heads and pinned to keep our hair dry. We played with the plastic glasses
and made bubbles with our hands curled and I was a bit disappointed when it
all came to an end as we were scrubbed and drawn out of the tub to be wrapped
in soft fluffy pink towels. I hadn't realized it but lost in the sprit of play
in the tub I had been acting as much a little girl as Beth, giggling and
playing. This did not go unnoticed by Mom.

We wet directly to Beth's room where Mom had already laid out two piles of
girls clothes. "Mom, Do I have to wear girls clothes? Please I just want
to wear my boy clothes. I don't want to be a girl anymore," I cried.

"Oh Laurie.. I mean Bobby. You don't have to wear girls clothes if you
don't want too. But don't be embarrassed if you do. It's just that your
spoiling the big surprise I had in store for you two. But you don't have to
wear anything you don't want to wear," Mon said with what seemed great
disappointment in her voice.

Beth chimed in, "Oh Laurie Ann please be my sister some more, please.
I had so much fun this morning with you and you don't have to be my little
baby girl anymore. We'll just be sister's, OK? And tomorrow if you want I'll
be your baby and you can be the Mommy."

So there it was. If I wouldn't let Mom dress me like a girl, then no
surprise for Beth or me. It wasn't fair. I'm a boy. I shouldn't have to dress
like a girl and pretend to be one. Emily and George would tease me and
probably tell everyone I wore dresses and diapers. And what did Mom say? Oh
yes, "if anyone found out I was really a boy in dresses that they would
tease me bad."

"Mom, please I don't really want too. Can't we just have our
surprise?" I pleaded.

Mrs. Brown looked at her forlorn son and thought; I wonder what's up with
him. First I find him in dresses and diapers taking a bottle and sucking his
thumb and now he doesn't seem to want to even wear a dress. Georges teasing
must have gotten to him. I like to crown that kid. Well I think he just wants
some encouragement so he can justify in his mind wearing dresses and
pretending to be a girl. Well here goes nothing, I'll see how badly he reacts
to some forcefulness. If he really balks then I'll have a son back. If he goes
ahead maybe I'll be stuck with three daughters.

"Laurie Ann! That's about enough whining. You played in a dress all
morning of your own desire. I told you if you were going to wear girl's
clothes then you had better practice being and acting like a girl or you'd
suffer the consequences. Now if you want to spoil the surprise for you and
your sister then go get in your own clothes. Otherwise stop whining and start
getting dressed. You can surely put on your own panties and camisole."
Mom said in no uncertain terms even shocking Beth into silence with her raised
voice.

I was in shock. Mom rarely yelled at us. With head hung down I walked over
to the pile of clothes she had pointed out to me and picked the white lacy
nylon panties off the top. With my back turned to her I stepped into the
panties and pulled them up my hairless legs and up around my waist. They
squeezed my thingies down there and I reach a hand down inside the panties and
pushed them all back between my legs so they weren't squeezed so much. I then
slipped the little white nylon lace camisole with little string straps over my
head and down over my tummy. I turned to look for Beth.

Mom was helping her into they same style panties and camisole I had just
put on. They were white lacy nylon too. She was jabbering to Mom trying to
find out the promised surprise. I looked at the clothes on the bed more
closely and recognized them. They were the sailor style dresses she bought for
Carol and Beth last spring. I only ever saw them in them once. Carol's, that I
was going to be wearing, was white with blue piping around the bib style
collar, the short puffed sleeves, and the hem of the full skirt and the front
that had the big bow tied at the neck line. Beth's was the mirror image but
hers was blue where Carol's was white and white where Carol's was blue. Mom
slipped a very full skirted slip over Beth and then had her step into her
dress as she buttoned it up the back. She reached up under her dress and
pulled the slip down and then told Beth, "Go ahead and put your shoes and
socks on while I help Laurie Ann finish."

I was almost in tears as Mom came over and held the slip for me. "Lift
your arms up sweety. These slips are so pretty it's almost a shame to hide
them with a dress. I'm glad you decided to be Laurie Ann awhile longer. It
means a lot to your sister and it's ok if you like pretending to be a
girl."

I was soon in my slip and dress sitting on the edge of the bed as Mom
slipped the white ankle socks on me with the turned down blue lace trim to
match the dress. Beth's were blue with white lace tops. Beth was slipping on
navy blue shiny patent leather Mary-Jane style shoes and buckling the strap as
Mom was slipping white patent leather shoes of the same style on me. They felt
a little big but I didn't say anything to Mom. As Mom knelt before me she
whispered, "Laurie Ann you need to remember to keep your knees together
wearing dresses. You'll be showing everyone your pretty panties if you
don't."

I actually turned red as I slapped my knees together pinching folds of the
lacy slip between my legs. Oh, I thought those feel really weird on my legs,
kind of like the panties feel when I put them on. I'm sure I turned even
redder at that thought but I didn't know why.

Once we were both outfitted Mom took the ponytails out and brushed our hair
out. The hot iron was used to curl bangs over our foreheads and matching
ribbons separated our hair from behind our ears and wrapped up over our heads
to form a bow on the top. I was as yet forlorn at my predicament and my frown
should have told anyone looking I was under duress. I should have just forgot
the surprise and gone and been a boy. Beth on the other hand was all smiles
and giggles. We both stood as told in front of Mom and the big mirror for
inspection.

"Oh my goodness," she exclaimed, "You two are just adorable.
Laurie Ann if your hair was longer, like your sister's, you'd be identical
twins."

My sister's hair had never been cut, only trimmed on occasion. It reached
clear down her back to her bum while mine was only at shoulder length. This
hair difference was going to play a part in my discovery later.

Mom then handed us little purses to match our outfits. I had to admit
seeing myself and Beth together in the mirrored reflection there wasn't any
boy there. The sensation of the dress and slip hanging at mid thigh and
brushing my legs with every movement was a nice sensation that would always
remain my secret. Beth did a quick spin around and her dress and slips rode
higher up her thighs. I had to smile at her impish act and then mimicked her
twirl myself smiling as I did so. Oh the breeze under the dress and the swish
of the soft nylon of the slip were really nice.

"Oh that's better Laurie Ann. Your so pretty when you smile like that
you could light up the world," Mom praised and continued. "Now
lets's go get that big surprise I promised my pretty little girls."

We were going out! I followed Mom to the door behind Beth leading our
fashion prade. I grabbed Mom's hand to stop her and pleaded my case,
"Mom, you didn't say we were going anywhere. People will see me. You even
said they'd tease me. I don't want to go out dressed like this."

Mom stopped and bent down to look me in the eyes, "Honey I said you
couldn't act like a boy or look like a boy in a dress or people would tease
you. You can't possibly believe anybody who sees you would ever believe you
weren't a pretty little girl, now would you? Come on now I'm sure your going
to like the surprise." She stood taking my hand and leading me out
towards the car. Beth and I were buckled into the back seat and we were off to
an unknown destination.

As Mom started out Beth turned to me and said, "Oh Laurie Ann I'm so
glad you're my sister today. When Carol and I wore these dresses she
complained so much to Mom about looking like a little girl that we never got
to wear them again together. I really like my dress and really like that we
look so much alike, even more than Carol and me did. Are you excited? I really
am. I could almost pee my panties. OH, Oh I'm sorry. I didn't mean that. I
mean please don't get to excited and do anything in your panties, Mom might
get mad and make you wear a diaper again."

"Beth be quiet. I'm not going to pee my panties. I mean my pants. I'm
not real excited about being out where everyone can see me. I wouldn't have
let Mom dress me like this if it weren't for the surprise. Can't you even
remember I'm your brother not your sister and I don't like wearing
dresses," I retorted.

"Well some girls don't like wearing dresses either, but I do. Maybe
Mommy will buy you some girl's pants and tops if you don't want to wear
dresses. I think you look so pretty in dresses though."

"Beth, I don't want to look pretty. I want to look like a boy."

At that Beth closed up and her smile was replaced by a frown as she folded
her arms in front of her in a pouted manner. Mom swung into the parking area
by the newly renovated downtown area of shops. The mid afternoon sun was
bright and a slight breeze blew. Several blocks of little shops and eateries
were contained in cobble stone streets blocked off to traffic. There was a
substantial crowd already milling through the area and shops as we arrived. I
couldn't believe this was the surprise. All these people would be watching me.
They'd know. They'd know I was really a boy, I was sure of it. Frozen in fear
I was almost trembling as Mom opened the doors and unbuckled us from our
seats.

"Mom," I whined, " I can't go here. People will see me.
They'll know. Please Mom, don't make me."

"Stop it right now!" Mom ordered in that raised voice, "No
one is going to know unless you tell them. Now quit being such a baby and get
out. We're going to have a wonderful time here today if you don't spoil it for
everyone."

I was reluctantly dragged from the seat and with Beth on one of Mom's hands
and me on the other we preceded into the courtyard. The warm summer breezes
played with the hem of my dress and slip. It blew my hair across the back of
my neck and tickled almost as much as the slip did on my legs. Several people
passed and not one of them said "Oh look there's a boy in a dress."
In fact they usually smiled at Mom and then turned their smiles downward on
us. On lady said to Mom as we passed, "Oh my you've got such gorgeous
daughters and I simply love their outfits." Mom simply thanked the lady
and smiled as we continued our march.

Halfway down the block we were directed into one of the shops. It's name
said "The Princess Shop". Once in the door we were accosted by a
older woman about my Grandma's age. "Oh Mrs. Brown, so good to see you
again. Oh My these two are absolutely beautiful in those outfits. I remember
when you bought them this spring.

Oh are they identical twins or fraternal twins?"

I was cowering behind Mom's skirt trying to hide. Mom replied to the Lady,
"Oh thank you Bea. I'm glad you think they do your clothes justice. No,
there not even twins. Actually Laurie Ann is eleven months older than
Beth."

"Well Laurie Ann and Beth you could have fooled me. Your both so
pretty," Bea smiled down at us, and continued, "What can we do for
such pretty princesses today?"

Mom spoke up shocking me, "Well the girls have been so good so far
this summer I thought I'd get them both a new summer outfit for church and
such."

"Oh your right on time as we just got a new shipment of some of the
prettiest summer dresses we've ever handled here. Follow me, please. And we
have all kinds of accessories for them too."

Bea led the charge as Beth followed on the ladies heels. I hang back
pulling on Mom's hand to get her attention. "Mom," I said in a
whisper, "Is this the surprise? I don't want no dresses."

""Oh this is just part of the surprise. Be patient little girl.
And further more you can't just keep borrowing Carol's old clothes to dress
in. You're going to have to have some of your own. Now I know you have to
protest but we both know deep down you like it, now don't you?"

I considered an open argument with Mom right there in front of everyone. I
didn't want to wear dresses. I was a boy. In my mind I could see the
confrontation me telling Mom I was a boy and didn't want to wear panties and
girls stuff. Other people would hear that and point and laugh at me. And then
Mom would get mad and call me a big sissy and probably pull my dress up and
spank me in front of everyone. It wasn't hard to decide to wait to fight
another day.

Mom ushered me into a dressing room in the middle of the store. I thought
that was ok since at least I wasn't out in the store area for everyone to see.
Then she told Beth to help me get out of my dress and slip while she and the
clerk found something suitable for me to wear.

Beth started unbuttoning my dress, I mean the dress, and then started
again, " Oh Laurie Ann, I hope Mommy buys us dresses to match. I'm going
to ask her for a new dress too."

"Beth, what ever she buys for me in here is going to be yours. I don't
like wearing dresses and pretending to be a yucky girl. So you pick the dress
you like cause it's going to be yours when we leave here."

I was standing in just the underwear and camisole when Mom pushed back into
the small room with her arms loaded with dresses. "Oh Laurie Ann these
new summer dresses are unbelievable. I'd buy the whole lot for you if I could
afford it. Now I'll leave Beth to help you dress and when you have the dress
on come out here so I can see it on you and you can see for yourself how it
looks on you in the big mirror."

Beth interrupted, "Mommy can I please have a new dress too. Please
Mommy. These are really nice."

Mom responded, "Yes, I think you should have one also. Let's get
Laurie Ann fitted first and then you can try some on."

"Mom," I pleaded, "I don't want a dress. Just buy some for
Beth, pleaseee."

"Don't be silly. You really need some of your own clothes now get busy
while I look around out here," she responded.

I was in more dresses than I ever believed possible. Frilly sundresses,
summery frocks with short hemlines and longer ones. Pink ones, blue ones,
yellow ones, white ones all combinations of materials from cotton to satiny
ones were thrust on my body. Each new outfit I was pushed out into the main
store to the ew's and ah's of Mom and the shop keeper. I was sent back in
several times to either put this or that slip on under the dress. Finally mom
had narrowed her selection to four dresses and now I was to pick which of the
four I would like best. They were all frilly. However, by this time I was
kinda of numb and was resigned to pretending to be a girl. So I looked at the
selections trying to remember each as I had worn them. "This one I
guess."

I held out the white lace sundress with the lace straps and pink bows on
them. The top was kind of like stretchy tight around my chest and with eyelet
lace rows around it and a pink ribbon intertwined in the lace. The waist had a
sown in pink ribbon kind of belt that the ends tied around in back in a big
bow. In fact the bow was already tied all you had to do was hook it around you
rather than tying it. The skirt was very full and again had matching lace and
ribbons that ended in scalloped lace hem just above my knees. I guess if you
had to wear a dress this one felt better on than some of the others. It did
require a petty slip underneath it but at least it didn't require petticoats.
I remembered wearing it in front of the mirror. I really looked girly and even
felt girly. Oh Shit what was I thinking. I'd never wear this dress.

"Oh honey I was hoping you'd pick that one. It looked so beautiful on
you and I've already got the accessories for with it picked out. Here kick
your shoes off and try these sandals on with it," Mom excitedly said as
she handed me a pair of white strap

sandals with a pink bow on the toe where the straps crossed. I slide them
on without complaint and knew if I were a girl that this would be an awesome
outfit, but I wasn't no darn girl!

About that time Beth came flying out of the dressing room in the same dress
but it was white with yellow trim. "Look Mommy! Don't you just love it.
It's just like Laurie Ann's except the color. Can I have it, please
Mommy?" Beth cajoled.

"Of course you can dear. I did promise and you look as lovely in your
dress as Laurie does in hers. I can't wait to see you two all dolled up in
your dresses together." Mom replied.

Beth was ecstatic and threw her arms around me and hugged me right there. I
had had enough. I ask Mom, "Can I please wait outside for you?"

I felt really trapped in the store and figured I could find a place of
solitude outside to wait for Mom.

"Oh Sure Dear. Just help your sister get dressed and take her with you
while I pay for these things."

"But Mom, I really don't need a dress. Why don't you just get one for
Beth?"

"Nonsense! Now just go help your sister and wait for me outside."

I helped Beth back into her sailor dress and we exited the store in out
sailor uniforms. I headed straight for an isolated bench back in an alcove
between stores as Beth followed. They wind blew and I was busy holding my
skirt down for fear of having my panties exposed. Beth thought it funny and
was giggling about it. I had to admit in my mind it was rather funny
struggling to hold down the hem in so many different areas. I giggled too. I
sat on the bench remembering to fold my skirt under me and keeping my knees
tightly together. Sitting pulled the skirt of the dress even higher up on my
thighs than just standing or walking in it. The lacy white slip was exposed.
Beth sat down beside me mimicking my prior actions.

It was then that I looked up across the mall area to see George and some
other boys looking directly at us. George was pointing and smirking. The boys
with him were just looking kind of dumb and then they all were laughing and
pointing and talking among themselves. Beth or I could not hear the
conversation but I could imagine what he was telling them. I felt the fiery
glow begin at the top of my head and spread down over my body clear to the
extremities of my fingers and toes. They promised they would ever tell anyone
but I was sure George was telling them now.

George and three of his buddies from school had been biking around town
most of the day. It was when they stopped in the downtown mall area for pop
when George happened to look across the mall area to see Beth and yes, yes it
had to be, Bobby in a dress coming out of the Princess shop. He was a keen
observer as he watched Bobby struggle with his dress against the wind. Well he
saw enough to see he wasn't wearing diapers but he was sure wearing everything
else girly. Geeze, he wondered, why would a boy want to look like a girl? And
man he couldn't believe it from the first time he saw him in a dress how much
he looked like a girl. He was even better looking than his sister Carol. Well
I promised Carol and Mrs. Brown I wouldn't tell anybody but I really wouldn't
be telling anyone if they saw him in a dress themselves, now would I? With
that justification he poked Jesse in the ribs and pointed towards Bobby and
Beth now seated on the bench.

'Hey see those girls over there?" He ask his friends

"Ouch, yeah, I see them so what?," replied Jesse.

"Well what if I told you one of them wasn't even a girl."

"Yeah, like sure. What are you trying now? What kind of stupid do you
think we are?

You want us to go over and ask which one is the girl and have them
screaming and their Mother all over us?" Jesse responded to the
supported, "Yeah's" of the others.

"No, No guys I really mean it. One of them is really a boy, the girl's
brother. You know his other sister, Carol Brown."

"You're shitting me. That's a boy? Man what a fairy boat. Come on
let's go have some fun with the fairy," Jesse laughing said.

"Shit no man. Just look for right now. If we go over there now I'll be
in deep shit. I promised his Mom and Carol I wouldn't tell and I didn't. You
guys seen him yourself, right? So I didn't tell you anything. You'll see him
again and then you can have your fun."

"Well OK, this time. How old is he? Does he dress like a girl for
school too?"

"Oh, he's like 5 or 6. He's just starting the first grade this fall.
Probably St. Catharine's, that's where his sister goes."

"Well this could be a fun year at school. Come on let's go shoot some
hoops." And they were off.

Bobby watched in stark terror as it appeared they were all coming towards
them but then they turned and headed out of the mall. He knew George saw him
and told them about him. He wondered why they hadn't come over to him and
tormented him. He was sick in the stomach just thinking about what had
transpired. The red embarrassment had faded to the white clamminess of pure
fear. It was then that his Mother turn-up. She looked to her two girls sitting
so prettily on the bench and then saw the white pallor of her son's face.

"Oh there you two are. What's the matter Bob.. Laurie Ann? Are you
sick?" Mom inquired as she freed a hand from her package-laden arms to
place it across his forehead. "Your skin is clammy. Your sick aren't you.
Poor baby, let's get you home. Can you girls help me with these packages? Is
your stomach upset, dear?"

Taking some of the packages from her I tried to reply still feeling as if I
had a ball of cotton stuffed down my throat, "I.. I.. I mean George was
here, He saw me and he was with some other guys. He was pointing at me, I know
he told them." Tears were forming in the corners of my eyes.

"George wouldn't do that, honey. He promised and I've never known
George to lie. Besides he didn't come over here and bother you or your sister,
did he?"

When we got home Mom sorted the packages and sent both Beth and I to our
rooms laden with packages. This had to be more than a dress and shoes, I
thought. I piled the packages on my bed and wondered what surprises were held
in the bags. I wasn't going to look and have Mom think I had the slightest
interest in what she had bought. I would see Beth got all the girly things
contained herein just as soon as possible. The next step was to get out of
this ridiculous outfit. I had to call Beth to help me unbutton the dress just
as she had to do in the fitting room.

"Oh Laurie Ann are you going to be a boy again? I thought you'd be my
sister the rest of the day," Beth whined as she helped me out of the
dress.

"I am a boy. And I don't want to be a girl anymore. You can have all
this stuff Mom bought today," I almost yelled at her.

"I'm sorry," she whined.

I was back in my jeans and a t-shirt when Mom came back into my room. She
looked from me to the clothes I had stripped out of and the packages still on
the bed. Disappointment shown in her eyes as she addressed me, "Bobbi,
You took your pretty outfit off. I thought for sure you'd be trying on your
new clothes."

"Mom," I whined, "I'm not a girl. I didn't want any dresses.
I'm going to give all that stuff to Beth. Please Mom?"

Then a note of anger appeared in Mom's voice, "You ungrateful little
snot. I take you shopping and buy you clothes of your very own and then you
act like this. You're the one all dressed up like a girl this morning. I
didn't hear you complaining then. You let me take you to the mall and buy you
clothes and now you tell me your going to give them away? I don't think so
missy. No, these will just go in your closet and drawers for the next time you
want to pretend to be my daughter so you can leave your sister's stuff
alone."

I was shocked at Mom's outburst. I had made her feel bad. She was more hurt
than mad, I thought. "Ah.. ah I.. I'm sorry Mom. But.. I I am a boy
remember."

"Well little boy pick up those clothes you threw all over. Hang your
dress and slip on a hanger and put them in your closet. Then put your
underwear in the hamper with your socks and put the shoes in your closet. I'll
make room for the rest of your things in your drawers while you do that."

I did as told and then watched in abject horror as Mom took the rest of the
items she purchased for me out of the bags and began handing them to me to put
in the drawer she had rearranged. Girl's panties, pink, blue and white ones
along with matching little undershirts with hardly any straps were neatly
folded and placed in the drawers. This was followed by girly socks, lace top
ones and even long ones like my sisters wore with there school uniforms. She
even took out a shoebox and handed to me that contained a black shiny pair of
girl's shoes with a little strap and gold buckle. I was afraid to say anything
about the things as she handed them to me and told me where they were to be
put. As much as I wanted to scream and throw them out I didn't want to hurt
Mom's feeling anymore either. She said she wouldn't make me dress like a girl
so I just would never ever wear those things.

"There now, everything in it's place. You can now wear your own
clothes when you want to pretend again," Mom said as we finished.

"Yeah, thanks I guess," I muttered in reply.

The rest of the evening went pretty quiet. It was after I was in bed almost
asleep when I heard raised voices. It was Mom and Dad. I listened as closely
as possible without leaving the confines of my bed. I heard Dad first,
"What the hell do you mean you bought a dress for our son? What's wrong
with you? Are you forgetting that he's our son, a boy?"

Mom in reply, "Settle down and keep your voice down. You'll have the
whole house awake. He's the one who showed up this morning in a dress complete
with his sister's underwear and his hair done with ponytails and ribbons. We
talked about this before. He may have a problem and it's something we are
going to have to help him through and support him in. What are you going to
do? Disown him and throw him in the street at six years old?"

"No, you know what I mean. He's a boy and I don't think treating him
like a girl or helping him in this fantasy is going to help him any. Do you
have any idea what's going to happen to him in school if the other kids find
out he dresses in girls clothes?"

"That's not going to happen unless he lets them know. If he goes that
far with this then we really need to get him professional help."

"Sounds to me like he's already getting professional help in turning
into a pansy."

The voices quieted and if there was a resolution I didn't hear it. I lay
awaye for a long time that night wondering just what Mom was thinking. I mean
it was like OK once to pretend to be a girl but I didn't want to be a girl.
Dad was right I was a boy. Sure girls clothes were soft and pretty but they
were for girls not us boys.

Time raced by that summer. Everyday I opened my drawers or closet I was
reminded of being a pretend girl. I was just as determined never to pretend
again and never put on any of those things. Beth of course was always
pestering me to be her sister and although I did play dolls and house with her
out of shear boredom I refused to pretend to be her sister or wear girls
clothes. Every now and then Mom would relent that she couldn't understand how
after she bought all those nice clothes for me that I wouldn't wear them.

School was only a week away. New school uniforms were bought for Carol and
Beth and I got my first real school uniform for the first grade. Gray dress
pants, white shirt with the plaid school colored tie. A dark blue blazer with
the school emblem on the pocket completed the uniform.. The girl's uniforms
were white knee socks, gray pleated skirts, white blouses, the plaid ties, and
a dark blue blazer like the boys but the fronts were cut with round lapels.
They also had plaid hair ribbons and head bands to fix there hair. Their shoes
were like the ones that sat in my closet. The shiny black ones with the little
strap and buckle. Beth's kindergarten uniform was similar to Beth's but
instead of a skirt and blouse she had a jumper and blouse.

I was taken along with my sister's to the hair place in the mall to get our
hair cut and trimmed for school. Regulations for boys said the hair was to up
off the collars. Girls of course could wear theirs any length. So instead of
the usual crew cut Mom told the lady to only cut my hair regulation length, up
off my collar. I wished I had worn a higher necked shirt. The girls got a trim
and I had what appeared to me to be a page boy style with bangs.

As I looked in the mirror at the shop I ask Mom, "Mom please can I
have some more cut off it? Can't I have a crew cut again?"

So we were already for the first big day at school. Scrubbed within an inch
of our lives, hair perfectly groomed, shoes shined we were sent out the door
to school. I was a first grader a real move up from those half day kids in
kindergarten. Sure I had reservations about the big change but then I knew
Carol would know all the ropes and had been instructed by Mom to make sure we
got to the right classrooms and everything.

We dropped Beth in her room first then Carol took me to my homeroom. She
said, Oh you got Sister Sara. Don't smart off to her she can really be mean.
When she comes in be sure to stand up by your desk with your arms at your
sides and don't even think about laughing."

So it was with great trepidation I eased into the room and found an empty
desk. There was a lot of chit chat going on but I really didn't know hardly
anyone so I was being quiet and to my self. All of a sudden a bell rang
shrilly as I almost jumped out of my skin. I jumped to my feet beside the desk
just as Sister Sara engulfed the room with her enormous presence.
"Alright children, I will have silence. You will all stand at your desk
as you will every morning upon my arrival. Each morning we will begin our day
together with an inspection."

With a ruler in her hand she started moving up and down the asiles stopping
at each student. Everyone had to hold out there hands as she inspected them as
she ask everyone's name. "Melissa, is it? Well Melissa school regulations
require your skirt length to be no more than one inch above your
kneecap." She held the ruler to the skirt hem of the frightened girl and
said, "Pleas inform your Mother that the hem is to be lowered one inch
before you return to class tomorrow."

"Mr. Beatty, we do not tolerate scuffed and dirty shoes. If you can't
appear here tomorrow in clean and polished shoes you may well find yourself
attending classes in your bare feet."

Then she stood there in front of me as I trembled in y newly shined shoes.
I held my hand out and turned them over for her inspection. She look at them
and even took my hand and turned it back over inspecting my nails closely. The
then turned her attention to my hair. She pulled my hair in the back straight
as the natural curl had turned it under in the pageboy style. "Mr. Brown
is it or is it Miss Brown? Regulation uniforms for girls are skirts not
trousers." There were a series of giggles from the classroom quickly cut
short by Sister Sara's look around the classroom. "Mr. or Miss Brown, a
boys hair is to be off the collar not curled up in under. We may tolerate long
fingernails well groomed on the girls but we expect our young men to have well
groomed short nails. I would suggest you remedy this problem before tomorrow's
class or wear the appropriate uniform one of which will be provided if you
fail to make the necessary changes."

I was totally humiliated in front of the entire class. My face burned
crimson and if there had been an ounce more liquid in my bladder I would have
been soaking the floor. Tears were forming in the corner of my eyes as Sister
Sara had set the stage for our relationship over the oncoming school year. She
saw the tears forming and rather than backing off her humiliation of me
continued as she went on to the next student, "Well it must be Miss Brown
the cry baby." This time she made no attempt to stifle the laughter from
my class mates.

The rest of the day was a blur for me. I never really recovered from the
humiliation visited upon me those first few minutes in Sister Sara's
classroom. At lunch in the cafeteria we were marched in and through the lines
and sat at tables with our class. There was to be no talking during this time.
That didn't stop a few clever remarks from some of the boys in the class
sitting nearest me. "Hey are you really a girl? Are you going to wear a
skirt tomorrow? I'll bet my sister would lend you a head band for your
hair." I accepted it all in silence for fear of bringing more of Sister
Sara's wrath down on me and hoping by not responding they would forget it and
leave me alone.

As we left school Carol and I met up outside of school. Beth had finished
her half day and was already home having been picked up by Mom. As we started
home Carol began, "Hey I heard some boy in your class really got it from
Sister Sara today. Who was it?"

I mumbled under my breath, "She really got on me."

"You! You're the one she threatened to make wear a girl's uniform? No
kidding? What did you do to make her so mad?"

"I didn't do anything." Tears started. "She said my hair was
to long like a girls and my fingernails were like a girls."

"Oh wow! So what are you going to do?"

"I'm going to cut my fingernails down as short as I can and if I have
to I'll cut all my hair off."

"Well you better tell Mom. Sister Sara probably would make you wear a
skirt if I know her. I don't think she likes boys very well. I know when I had
her she was always picking on the boys for something or other, but then most
of them deserved what they got. Oh quit crying like a little girl. Mom will
take care of it."

I sniffed a little and sucked it up at least till I got home. Then when I
saw Mom and she ask how school went today I lost it all. I sobbed and told her
how Sister Sara had humiliated me and how my hair and nails were too long and
how I had to get all my hair cut off before tomorrow. Mom held me in her arms
as we sat on the couch with my head snuggled in her cleavage as she ran her
fingers through my hair and tried to comfort me.

"Now , now Bobby. Dry up those tears. I'll take care of this. I have a
talk with Sister Sara and straighten everything out. We can't get you to the
hair shop before Saturday but I'll see what I can do with your hair and we'll
get those nails all shaped up," Mom soothed.

"No Mom I have to get my hair cut tonight. Just cut it all off. I
don't care. Pleaseeeeeee, Mom," I cried. "Carol said she would make
me wear a skirt if I didn't get my hair and nails cut."

"Oh no, she won't. Now just quit crying. I said, I'll take care of
it."

And so after dinner that night I sat as Mom trimmed my nails, not nearly as
short as I wanted them but at least they were a lot shorter. Then she put this
clear stuff on them even over my protests. "Mom not that stuff. It makes
them all shiny."

"It's just nail hardener. Now hold still. Sister Sara will approve
because it will make your nails look clean and well groomed. Now don't you
want to please Sister Sara so she's nice to you in school?"

"What about my hair? Are you going to cut it now?"

"I'll take care of your hair in the morning before school. I'll talk
with the school tomorrow and set things right. Now you go let your nails dry
and get ready for bed."

I slept fitfully that night and was awoken earlier than normal. Mom pulled
me into the bathroom and soaked my head under the faucet and scrubbed my hair.
When she finished she combed it out wet and trimmed the bangs and clipped the
ends but didn't cut it off as I ask. As I looked in the mirror the long wet
sides would certainly hang on my collar.

"Mom," I protested, "You got to cut more off. Please
Mom."

"I said I'd take care of it. Now hold still and be quiet. Let me
finish and I'll bet you'll agree it will be short enough for even Sister
Sara's inspection."

Begrudgingly I sat in a huff as Mom then used a blow dryer and brush to dry
my hair and make it look all fluffy.

"Mom," I once again protested, "That won't help it still is
too long. Please just cut some more off it."

"Just be quiet. I'm not finished yet, Have a little patience,"
Mom responded as then pulled out a curling iron and started rolling my hair up
in it and then spraying it real stinky stuff.

"Mom, that stuff stinks and it's making curls. Please Mom, just cut it
off."

With that outburst I got a crack across the back of the head as Mom with
frustration sounding in her voice said, "Just shut up! Your hair will be
well off your collar and will look neat and well groomed. The spray will just
make sure it stays that way till you get home from school. You don't want it
down over your collar when Sister Sara can see you, now do you?"

I shut up and when Mom was done I had curls all over my head. It was true
the curls held my hair well off my collar but I swear I looked like a Shirley
Temple doll. I protested one more time, "Mom, please I can't go to school
like this. I do look like a girl now."

"Look here young man, I'll straighten your hair back out if that's the
way you want to present yourself to Sister Sara. But don't come home whining
to me if you have to wear a girl's uniform at school. In fact if you want I'm
sure your sister Carol has a uniform that will fit you and you can just wear
it to school."

I shut up. I went to my room as Mom laid out my uniform, my boys uniform,
and clean underwear. I picked up the underwear laid out and held it up not
recognizing it as mine. They were shiny like white nylon. I turned them around
and looked. There wasn't a peephole. "Mom, these aren't my underwear.
They look like girl's underwear. I'm not going to wear girl's underwear to
school."

"Bobby, those are your underwear. All the rest of yours are dirty.
The're the ones I bought you this summer and it won't hurt you to wear them.
They'll be under your uniform and no one is going to see them. Now do as your
told or you can wear the pink ones," Mom retorted.

I slipped them on along with a t-shirt that had those narrow straps on
them. I quickly put my uniform on and went to eat breakfast. I had hardly sat
down when Carol started on me. "Well, well aren't we cute in all our
curls?"

"Mom, make her shut up!" I whined.

Then Beth added, "Oh Bobby, your hair is so pretty like that. It looks
like my dolly's hair."

"Mommmmmm!" I whined more.

"Ok, that's enough out of you two. I did the best I could to get him
through school the rest of this week under Sister Sara's scrutiny," Mom
said. "Now I don't need you two causing anymore problems. Now get
finished and get your books and off to school with all of you."

And so with much trepidation I headed off to school with my two sisters. I
was dreading the line up in front of Sister Sara and the rest of the class. I
hoped Mom had talked to her and got things straightened out.

I saw George and Jesse across the street as I entered the school and headed
to my home room. I couldn't hear their conversation and it was best I didn't.

Jesse was saying to George, "Look at that sissy. He's the one we saw
wearing the dress with his sisters, isn't it?"

"Yeah, that's him. I heard old Sister Sara was going to make him wear
a girl's uniform at school because his hair and fingernails were to long? Now
he's got his hair all in curls like a real sissy," George replied.

Jesse laughed as he continued, "Well maybe he wants to be a girl.
Maybe we should help him and Sister Sara out a little bit."

George questioned him, "What do you mean? What have you got in
mind?"

"Oh, just meet me at recess this afternoon. You know him don't
you?"

"Yeah, I know him. So what?"

"Well just get him over to the locker room during recess, you'll
see."

They both then head to their homeroom classes.

Meanwhile I was at my desk awaiting the arrival of my doom sayer, Sister
Sara. I heard some giggles and saw some of the girls pointing at me. I was
sure it was my hair. I kept my hands hid in my pockets so no one would see the
shiny hardener.

The bell rang and everyone jumped to his or her feet. Sister Sara made her
grand entrance. She started on the far side of the room that just added to my
anxiety. Finally she was there and I held out my hands as she seemingly
ignored them as she studied my hair. She began, "Well, Mr. Brown do you
think your pretty curls meets the regulations for our young men's hair
length?" She reached out and pulled at one of the curls on the side of my
head stretching it's length down and barely over the collar of my shirt.
"I think Mr. Brown that unless you remedy this situation by tomorrow
we're going to have to find you a new school uniform to wear."

"Mr. or Miss Brown, I believe I ask you a question which I do not
expect to be answered with a question. The question was do you think curling
your hair like a sissy meets the regulations for our young men?" Sister
Angela said as she continued her inspection.

"I, I I guess not. But Mom said I could get it cut on Saturday even in
a crew cut," I replied rather sheepishly.

"I see and so you believe wearing curls that are not natural until
Saturday will be OK?" She ask as more snickering broke out. "And
would you like to also wear one of the girl's uniforms to class until Saturday
then also?"

"No, I mean yes but I thought my hair would be ok, my Mom said she'd
ask you. And no," almost in a whisper I said, "I don't want to wear
a girl's uniform."

She then took my hands and turned them over to look at my nails, "And
what do we have here? Yes shorter nails and well groomed but it would appear
you've also polished them. Is that correct Miss Brown?"

"Ah, ah my Mom did it. She said it would keep them from looking
bad."

"Girls, what are the regulations in regard to using make-up and nail
polish?" Sister Sara addressed the class. There was just some mumbling,
as no one really wanted to become part of this redressing. "Come on now
girls tell Miss Brown. All together now."

And they did, "Make-up is not to be worn in school or school
activities until the seventh grade."

"Now Miss Brown, do you think that only applies to the girls? If you
show up tomorrow wearing nail polish I can guarantee you you'll also be
wearing lipstick, hair ribbons and a skirt. Do you understand me Missy
Brown?"

Tears of humiliation were squeezed from the corners of my eyes as I
replied, "Yes, Sister Sara."

"Good, then we understand one another and having your Mommy call me to
tell me how to run my class for your benefit is not acceptable," She said
as she finally completed my humiliation and started class.

I tried to remain invisible throughout the class. However, the more I
receded into my shell the more often Sister Sara would single me out to answer
a question and always addressing me by "Missy Brown." I was avoided
like the plague during lunch but I could see different ones looking at me and
whispering to their friends.

As the afternoon started we were released to the sports area for recess. I
wasn't looking forward to it as several classes at a time were given the use
of the area at one time. My Sister Carol was there with her girl friends and
even she avoided me. I hadn't been there long when George, Carol's friend, the
one who had seen me in a dress, cam over to me. He spoke directly to me.
"Man I heard old Sister Sara really has it in for you. Man I pity you.
Hey I know how you can get back in her good graces and get her to leave you
alone."

"Yeah she really seems to have it in for me. I'm the only one she
seems to pick on," I replied. I was shocked that George of all people
would befriend me and offer help. "How can I get her to like me and leave
me alone?"

"Come on with me. In the locker room and I'll tell you all about it. I
don't want her seeing me with you and figuring out where you got the
idea."

"Ok," I said. I followed George into the locker room and back
behind the lockers near the shower. That's when Jesse and Brad and another guy
I didn't know all showed up. I was really nervous now. "I, I better get
back George. Maybe you can tell me later."

That's when Jesse grabbed me by the shoulders and pulled me backwards off
my feet yelling to the others, "De-pants him. Brad help me hold the
little shit. George, you and will get his pants down."

I screamed, "Let me go! Help!" I struggled to no avail as my belt
was loosened and my pants were pulled down and over my legs.

That resulted in Jesse twisting my arm up behind my back sending pain all
through my arm as he said, "Shut up you little sissy. You get one of the
Sister's of Brother's in here with your screaming and you'll regret it. You'll
end up getting the shit kicked out of you everyday. Now be quiet."

I was beaten. I knew they were going to do what ever they wanted and I
couldn't stop them. I really believed that all I'd succeed in doing was
getting myself beat up everyday of my life.

That's when Brad shouted, "Look the fucking sissy is wearing girls
panties." "No shit's" and "Holy shit" followed this
revelation from my captors.

I tried to defend myself, "No they aren't. They're boys briefs, just
not boxers" as tears flooded my eyes.

"Strip the sissy," Ordered Jesse. And they did just that. In a
few seconds I was stripped to the girls undershirt and panties.

When they saw this and saw my complete collapse the taunts and teasing
intensified. However, it appeared George was attempting to defend me or was
getting cold feet, as he said to the others, "Hey guys maybe this is to
much. Why don't we just leave him to get dressed? He's not going to say
anything cause we know he's wearing his sister's underwear."

I retorted without thinking, "They're not my sister's they're mine.
There boys underwear."

Jesse responded, "Well the tag says girls size six," as he pulled
the waistband out and read the tag. "And don't worry he won't be telling
anyone anything if he wants to live. Now give me that bag."

Brad handed Jesse the bag that he emptied on the floor in front of me. It
was all there.

"Guys you can't do this. Please," I cried. "George help
me," I pleaded.

"Here I thought we'd have to let him wear his boy underwear under his
uniform, but this is even better," Jesse said. "Now let's help the
sissy get dressed."

They were all over me. Knee socks were rolled up my legs. The t-bar shoes
barely fit as they squeezed my feet in them. The white nylon slip was draped
over my head as the blouse was fitted over my arms and buttoned up the back.
The tie was placed in a bow under the collar and the skirt was pulled up over
and zipped and buttoned in the back. The Headband was used to separate my
bangs from the curls as the girl's blazer was placed on me. My clothes were
being placed in the bag from which the uniform had been taken.

Standing there with tears rolling down my cheeks and deep sobs they
completed their task. Jesse they said to George, "Give me the tag."

George somewhat reluctantly handed him a nametag that all the first graders
had to wear. I paid no attention as it was pinned to the blazer. I just
thought they had taken it off my uniform.

As they released me I sat down on the bench crying. "Ok guys…
pleaseeee give me my clothes. My Mom will kill me if I don't have my
uniform."

Jesse holding the bag and the others just turned and headed for the door as
Jesse said, "Oh I'm sure your Mommy will appreciate your new uniform. And
after all we're just helping Sister Sara out."

They left me alone in the locker room. I looked at myself in the mirror. I
was a girl. I looked like a little crying girl. What was I going to do? I
searched the entire locker room for any boy's clothes. I found none. I wasn't
going to go back to class dressed like this. In fact as I looked at myself in
the mirror I realized the skirt length would not meet the regulations enforced
by Sister Sara. I decided I would just sneak home and get changed. That
presented a problem. There was no direct way out of the school from the locker
rooms without scaling a six-foot fence. I'd just have to hide in here until
school let out and then sneak out.

I heard the bell signaling the end of recess. What would Sister Sara do
when I didn't return? Maybe she'd just think I was sick and went home without
telling her. That would be another infraction of the regulations but I'd deal
with that later. I watched the clock on the wall it said two o'clock. If I
could just hide for another hour and a half I could sneak home.

Meanwhile in Sister Sara's class room there was a small panic. Sister Sara
addressed the class, "It would seem Mr. Brown has chosen not to return to
our class room. Have any of you seen him at recess or thereafter?" There
was no immediate reply. "Now class a person does not just disappear into
thin air. Did he tell any of you that he was sick or where he might be
going?"

Then Melissa spoke up, "Ah, well I saw him at recess a little bit. But
he went into the boy's locker room with some older boys and I didn't see him
after that."

"Ok Class I want you all to get out your readers and start on page
six. Read quietly until I get back and then I'll be asking you questions about
what you read," Sister Sara Said as she exited the class room to
investigate the locker room.

I had calmed down after a bit as no one had discovered me. I figured my
plan would work. I stood up on one of the benches to look at myself in the
mirror. Yes I did look like a girl. The curls only accentuated the look. I
lifted my skirt and slip and tried to look more closely at the panties. I knew
Mom had bought me girl's panties that day last summer. I just never thought
she'd make me wear them.

I was so engrossed in my self-inspection I didn't hear the door open. And
Sister Sara never announced herself. As I turned to see if I could see the
back of the outfit in the mirror the reflection I saw was that of Sister Sara
with her mouth hanging open.

"Just what do you think your doing, Mr. Brown?" She yelled as she
regained her composure. I lost my balance and fell from the bench recovering
before I landed on my bum.

"I, I.." was all I could muster as tears flooded my eyes once
more.

"Well sissy you shouldn't be hiding in here. Come on your late for
class. I'm sure all your class mates want to see you in your uniform."

"But, but please Sister Sara. No, don't. These guys, they did
it."

"What guys? It appeared to me you were just admiring your sissy self
when I arrived. I don't see anyone else here."

What guys? How would I answer that? If I told they would beat me up
everyday. If I didn't tell how would I ever explain this. "Some guys
stole my clothes and they must have left these cause it was all I could find.
I put them on so I could sneak home."

Sister Sara approached me and reaching for the hem of the skirt lifted both
it and the slip revealing the white nylon panties. "And just what were
you doing completely disrobed in the locker room that they could even steal
your underwear?"

"I, I wasn't all undressed. I'm wearing my own underwear."

"And am I to understand your Mother buys you girl's underwear to
wear?"

"Ah, well not really, it, it's just that she bought these by mistake
and that's all I had to wear today, honest."

With that said she looked me up and down and at the nametag. "Laurie
Ann, and who chose your sissy name your wearing on your uniform? You come with
me back to class. If you want to be a sissy girl then you shall be. And you
will stay after school until your parents can come over and we get to the
bottom of this."

"She'll come and get you after you finish your lessons for
today." With that she grabbed me by the collar and arched me through the
deserted halls back to my home room.

As she pushed me through the door she announced to the uh's and ah's
followed by the giggling, "Class, Laurie Ann Brown will be with us the
rest of today. We have made an exception for her in regard to her nail polish
the length of her hemline. It would seem that Mr. Brown would rather be a girl
and so we will honor his wishes at least for today."

During the last hour of class I was called upon at least four times to
stand before the class and answer questions on our lessons. Every time I was
greeted by giggles and laughter. My face burned red for the entire hour. It
was always something like Sister Sara starting, "Laurie Ann, would you
please stand and read Sally's part from your reader. Mr. Liken, Please stand
with Laurie Ann and read John's part." And so it went until the bell
finally signaled the end of my humiliation in front of my class.

"Alright class, you all have your assignments for tomorrow. I have
something to attend too so I want you all to sit like ladies and gentlemen,
quietly until the dismissal bell rings. You will then exit the class room
quietly with the exception of Laurie Ann, who is to remain in her seat until I
return," Sister Sara instructed.

Of course she had barely exited the room when they all started on me.
"Oh do you think Laurie Ann is really a girl pretending to be a boy or a
boy who wants to be a girl?"

"Oh Laurie Ann are you wearing the regulation slip and panties
too?"

"Hey sissy boy do you want me to see if my sister has any pretty
dresses she could lend you?"

"I'll bet your going to be a real star on the girl's soccer team.
You'll look so cute in your little pink skirt and top out there with the other
girls."

Finally the bell rang and the class exited but nearly everyone routed
himself or herself past my desk for a final insult. Frankie even reached down
and pulled the front of my skirt up and shouted, "Your right he has the
regulation slip and panties too."

It seemed like hours but finally Sister Sara returned with my Mother right
on her heels. She was talking to my Mother as she entered the room and behind
her was Father Edward the principal of the school. "So you see Mrs. Brown
although we threaten punishment to embarrass students into compliance with the
regulations the school had no part in dressing your son in the uniform he is
now wearing. I have no idea where he got the uniform and in regard to his
underwear he told us that you had bought them for him."

Then Mom started, "Stand up young man. Is that your sister's uniform?
And where did you get the nametag?"

I remained silent as Mom continued to Father Edward and Sister Sara,
"I am so sorry. I can't believe he did this. I guess I should have
suspected something more from the things that happened this summer. You see he
did dress up on occasion as a girl to play with his sister Beth. I just
thought it was cute and a stage he'd soon outgrow. And yes I did buy him some
girl's underwear and a dress or two just so he wouldn't be borrowing his
sister's things when they played dress-up. Don't worry when his Dad and I
finish with him he'll be the best behaved boy in school and dressed like a
boy."

Father Edward finally entered the conversation, "Now, now Mrs. Brown,
let's not get too far off base here. Bobby, or would you rather I call you
Laurie Ann?"

"No, Bobby," I muttered.

"Well Bobby can you tell us why you wanted to wear a girl's uniform to
school? Do you like wearing girl's clothes?" Father Edward asks.

"I, I don't know," I mumbled.

"Well now Bobby you must have some idea. I mean for a boy to sneak out
of class to go get dressed like a girl and then hide his own clothes. What
were you thinking when you did that? And we did find your uniform in the
girl's locker room. Were you in the girl's locker room? Is that where you
found the uniform your wearing?"

"No, I was never in the Girl's locker room, honest I wasn't."

"Well Bobby do like to pretend to be a girl sometimes like when you
played with your little sister?"

"I, well I just did that so, well cause it made her real happy."

"Oh, I see. And you like to make people happy, don't you Bobby?"

"Yeah I guess so."

"And if you can make people happy by pretending to be a girl then you
like to do that?"

"I, I guess so. But I'm a boy."

"Do you think going to school as a pretend girl you'll make people
happy?"

"No I don't think so. I didn't want to do this."

"Yes, I understand from Sister Sara that someone stole your clothes.
But Bobby, you know we shouldn't lie that that's a mortal sin. Even sometimes
when we really believe what we say it still sometimes lying to ourselves. Wait
here a few minutes while I talk to your Mother, the you can all go home."

I sat there as if awaiting an execution. I didn't know what they were
planning for me, probably stoning me to death in front of the school in a
girl's dress.

In the hallway Father Edward addressed my Mother and Sister Sara, "It
would seem apparent that your son is suffering some sort of gender disorder.
He is young and this needs to be addressed by professionals. He may just like
wearing clothes of the opposite sex or he could be a rare form of intersexed
person. In any case we are not capable of handling this within our school. I
would strongly suggest that you seek independent professional help for Bobby
and we here at the school will work with yourself, Mr. Brown and the
professionals. You may wish to continue to send him to school as a girl for
the rest of this week or until you can get some professional advice. We will
attempt to work with this to minimize any embarrassment to him or his sister's
here at school."

Mom responded, " Oh Thank you Father. I'm not sure what to do but I
would appreciate your talking to my husband about this. He is not being very
opened minded about this whole thing. I'll talk with Bobby tonight and if he
wants to return as a girl or himself I'll see that he does so. At least until
I can get some professional advice."

Sister Sara added, "Yes I wasn't very fair to Bobby but then I had no
idea he had this obsession with being a girl. I hope I didn't do any harm and
I will see he is treated just like any other girl in the class if that's
what's decided.

We rode in silence home with the exception of a tear squeezed out of the
corner of my Mom's eye. I guess I had really hurt her, but it really wasn't my
fault. Why could everyone just let me be the boy I am. Yeah the boy I am,
sitting in the front seat of the car pulling at the hem of my skirt with a
head full of curls and wearing girls underwear. You know they don't feel all
that bad.